February 2008


I usually give credit to my dad when people ask me if I went to school for Accounting.  “No,” I tell them, “I get my financial brain from my dad.  He taught business and accounting for years and I am the product of being raised in a home where financial responsiblity was taught.  Seriously, who tracks their expenses with Quicken when they’re 25?” 

I’m so thankful for the financial advisement and recommendation he’s given to me over the years.  However, as there are many good things about the lessons I’ve learned, there are plenty of tendancies I’d rather not own.

For instance, my job requires me to look and analyze numbers all day long.  My stress level for the day is usually directly linked to the stability of the numbers.  For those of you not convinced the economy is in a tough position, apparently you haven’t taken a close look at the housing market.  I was given a report this morning which summarized the last 10 years of in new home construction & remodeling.  Long story short, in 2007, there was a significant drop in building permits & new home sales.  In 1999, permits peaked at 12,157.  In 2007, they hit an all time low of 4,888.  Someone said that during this housing slump, 50% of builders will go out of business.  Well, if 50% of builders go out of business, there is a good chance 50% of the trades will go out of business as well.  I’m not an economist, but I’d say this is survival of the fittest. 

I look at the numbers all day.  Sometimes they go up, other times they go down — some of it is collectible, while some of it remains in question.  We continue to read and research to try and find new pieces of information for where we can find the booming market to target ourselves for an increased workload. 

However, this is what I’m learning.  In the midst of uncertain times, there is only one thing I can be certain of.  I have to cling to hope that if it is going to be all over tomorrow, then maybe God has something better in store for all of us.  I know some of the dreams and some of the hopes of the people I work with — and though this economic uncertainity puts our whole office on edge sometimes, I have to remember that all things will work together for good.  And though it might just be a shove into a new direction, we strive to keep this focus:

“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life? And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.”

Managing finances may come easy to me, but so does worrying about them.  Right now, I have the opportunity to let it go and trust God for His provision, knowing there is a greater lesson to be learned during the economic slump.

Two weeks into the the Lenten season and today, I knowingly modified that which I gave up for Lent.  This was a year of firsts.  I’ve never been to an Ash Wednesday service, nor have I ever given anything up for Lent.  “Why not this year?” I thought.  I didn’t give it much thought, but in an effort to be a bit healthier, I rolled them into one and declared I wouldn’t partake for the next 40 days.  What I really meant to declare was, I wouldn’t partake for as long as I could willingly make it.  The 40 days ended two days ago when I opted for one over the other.  I made it a total of 13 days.

Since my idea of trying to see how long I could make it was the wrong way to approach the Lenten tradition, I thought, why did I choose one more thing that would make me better, healthier, happier…

Why wouldn’t I choose to dedicate myself to something greater for 40 days? 

Truth is, it would cost me more.  More time, more money, more time in my car.  More of what I didn’t really want to spend.

I spent the weekend at a student campus ministry conference.  I taught a few sessions on helping hurting friends.  Thanks to Tina Turner’s inspiration, Love has everything to do with it.

Does love really win?

Maybe my Lent needed to be interupted today because since I was approaching it incorrectly to begin with, it wouldn’t be a big deal if I modified my ‘resolution’ two weeks into it.  What if, I spent the rest of Lent looking for ways to brighten other people’s day?  What if, I start going out of my way to create conversation, share a meal, or even a smile?  Do I believe in love and that it can change the world?  Did I really think the sessions I taught this last weekend was only for the students?

If so, I’ve missed it.  “Love wins” is as much for me as it is for you and it was for them this weekend.

It was a good thing my lent was interupted because it’s given me another chance to rearrange my priorities and be the difference I want to see.  It might mean making a pan of lasagna that will feed more people than those in my home who already have plenty.  It might mean paying for my gas, not at the pump where I don’t have to talk to anyone, but by going inside to see the attendant.  It might mean paying for the coffee of the person behind me.

Lent.  Random acts of kindness.

I like that better than my quest to not drink pop for another 27 days.

With Valentines Day just around the corner; love is in the air.   There are articles and blogs all over the internet for gift ideas for him or her, cheap but fun dates, and Valentines Day tips for singles.  Some dread the holiday, while others, well, love it.  I came across a letter today, from a husband to his wife.  It touched my heart in a special way and gave me hope, that this year this couple is choosing to celebrate each other, their history, the good and the bad, and everything yet to come.

 

Happy Valentines Day to a very special couple.

 

 

 

To:                                             My Wife

 Date:                                         February 11, 2008 

Is love never having to say your sorry? Then we have failed.  Although, failure breaths success.    The commitment you make to love, honor and cherish each other until death … though good times and bad.  And there will be bad times but they’re not just words being said or used.  That intrinsic understanding you have of each others wants and needs.  True love endures through it all and I have found that person of 26 years, 2 months and 24 days ago this Valentines Day and life couldn’t be better.

Happy Valentines Day, Love